Trip to MoMA
About a week ago, I swung down to Manhattan to see the Bauhaus show at the MoMA before it closes (tomorrow, January 25, is the last day!). On a Friday afternoon, even before the 4 pm “free entry courtesy of Target” crowd rushed in, the place was almost as packed as the sidewalks in Times Square. Tickets for the Tim Burton show had all been given away by mid-morning, so my $20 ticket did not get me into that (though the people who showed up shortly after 4 pm and paid $0 got timed tickets). There were more people standing in front of most paintings in the museum than had been on the Friday afternoon flight from Boston to LaGuardia (150,000 lb. jet). The Monet Water Lilies were gathered together in a room for contemplation. About 200 art lovers were chatting and cell phoning in the room, giving it a high school basketball game ambiance. Here’s a video that I made with a first-generation Android phone: youtube.
The Bauhaus show had some lovely colorful stuff. It was interesting to see how craft-y a lot of the stuff was. In particular, they did a lot of wall hangings that were custom-designed and then handwoven. It would be nice if there were a consumer-priced Web service that would allow you to design a tapestry and then have a computer-controlled loom weave it.
The adjacent Gabriel Orozco show features a stunning slimmed-down Citroen (photos; my Android video).
MoMA is so crowded that it is unclear that the art can be viewed as intended. A rock show is designed to be experienced by 10,000 people and, in fact, probably would not work without the people present. A movie is designed for 500 people to see simultaneously and sized accordingly. Most of the stuff in MoMA was intended to be quietly contemplated in a rich person’s house. Are Monet’s Water Lilies still the same work when consumed in a noisier environment than Grand Central Station? As the population of the planet expands, perhaps there is a need for artists to create work that improves when it shares a room with hundreds of people chattering away on mobile phones.
After the MoMA, my hosts took me to dinner at Anthos, a nearby Greek restaurant. Some of the food was excellent, but the $100/person price tag (we had one bottle of wine, almost the cheapest on the list, and split a single dessert) was more memorable than the meal. My local friends did not blink at the prices, though neither of them is TARP-funded.
At breakfast the next morning, a 6-year-old boy at the table demanded that his father cut up the pancakes for him. I expressed shock that a 6-year-old kid couldn’t cut his own pancake. Even a 2-month-old puppy could manage to eat a pancake unassisted. My contribution to the meal was an entire package of bacon, baked for 10 minutes at 400 degrees just as suggested on the back of the label. The young boy tasted one strip and, without malice, stated simply that “this is the worst bacon that I’ve had in my entire life.”
Back at LaGuardia, there were literally more TSA agents than passengers in the terminal. Our flight to Boston had 10 seats occupied on a plane that holds 76. The Obama Economic Miracle has yet to reach the airlines…
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